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[ Absently over the top of his textbook, ] I'm sure with your reflexes you'd be a far better dancer.

Yeah! I will be far better. But reflexes aren't everything: it's how she dances, Charles. [] I'm not that good at dancing yet. []

[ He can see the flurry of her hair over the edge of his book and actually looks up. Brows knit for a moment thoughtfully as his index finger jabbed at the page marking his spot, ] I'm sure if you kept at it for a week or two you'd be grand at it.

It might help if I have a partner. I'd learn much faster. []

[ He let out a little sigh, sliding his rumpled bookmark between the pages of the book, easing it closed. He didn't have to be a telepath to catch her hint. He rolled his chair back, pulling his large framed black glasses off and setting them down on the desk and coming around it holding his hands out. ]

[] Thank you, Charles. []

Of course, Raven. [ He chuckles at the little dip, taking her hand, his other lightly pressing into her side; straightening his back up a little. ] I don't know how much help I'll be. [ He admits as he stars counting in his head so they could get moving. ]